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[fistofthejoestar]

[Jonathan looks uncharacteristically...troubled? harried, at the very least, as he turns on the communicator. maybe it's because he was slumming it up in Maurtia Falls in the middle of the night with a recently crazy grandson before dealing with whatever this problem is. who knows.]

I'm sorry to trouble the entire network with such a petty question, but I'm afraid I really don't know a better place to ask. I'm trying to locate a...Doctor Hannibal Lecter? Or someone who knows him, at the very least.

[this is said with a small measure of uncertainty, both at the impropriety of the whole thing and...well, he'd done a little poking around the guy's communicator to try and find his address, and he's not entirely sure he wants to meet him. also there were apparently several versions of him that have been in the city? awkward.]

I suppose there must have been some sort of mistake at the post office, or he perhaps once lived here at some point, because I received his communicator in the mail today. It's not the sort of thing that people should be without for long, so I'd like to return it as soon as possible.

[another pause, this one out of chagrin that he doesn't have anything less obnoxious to add to this whole thing.]

Thank you for indulging me.

[close enough.]